"Love Always"
Fic type: Smallville
Placement: TV
Explanation/Descript: Chloe went to College..this will be a collection of
letters between Clark and Chloe when finished
Talk: Thoughts welcome.....flame somewhere else
Writer: Manda -- bloodrosedragon@hotmal.com
~*~*~
Dear Clark,
I'm on the plane now bound for this wonderful out of state college. I'm so psyched. It's like my dreams are finally coming true. Today college, tomorrow the world! And if I'm lucky then a job at the Daily Planet as an investigative reporter like I've hoped since becoming engrossed in journalism.
This plane is calm and quiet, with an errie sense of being alone instilled in me. Most everyone is asleep now as it's nearing one in the morning. I keeping looking around this sleepy space and trying to find familiar faces. I keep getting reminded I'm the only one I know on this plane.
Did you know, ever even think, so long ago when we first met, that I would be the first one leaving Smallville out of out little circle of friends?
I never thought I'd be the first to leave. I always knew I would leave Smallville one day, but I didn't think I'd be first. I miss you and Pete. The three musketeers....or is it just a duo now? Do I keep musketeer status if I'm so far away?
I can't believe it'll be months until I see you again, Clark. Years on years you were the boy a drive away, the best friend who was there every morning, the crush, the person I dated, the person who was generally the love of my teenage life.
Such a long, hard, and well traveled road we have behind us, Clark. I'm so glad I had a friend like you to travel it with hand in hand even during the worst parts of it. I never could thank you enough for being part of my life. I think it was hardest to say goodbye to you at the airport even though we'll see each other in a few months at thanksgiving.
School! Wee! I know your thinking there goes Chloe, she's such a nutcase about it all, but I can't wait to start taking journalism classes. I can put up with a small cramped dorm room for that even. It's me; out in the world. Here I come.
I'd be silly to not say I'm not a little elated and scared about what will be in front of me when I step off this plane. I'm getting tired finally. I've been wide awake since early morning. Knowing I was leaving today I couldn't get back to sleep when I woke up at four this morning even after telling myself a million times my plane wasn't till that evening.
I should sleep some. Morning will come in the blink of an eye and I will be there. I hope your sleeping peacefully at home under the blanket of stars I already know I'll miss seeing fully.
Love always, Chloe
~*~*~
Dear Clark,
It's been a few weeks in now. I'm getting into the swing of things even more than I was telling you the last time we talked on the phone. We write e-mails now and then, but every now and again I feel this urge to pull out a pen and a piece of paper and write a real letter to someone. To you or Pete or my parents. I even wrote one to Lana earlier last week, too. She had a long talk with me before I left, too. Even after becoming closer in the last few years it will always feel like there is a wall between us. It was nice though. I think I'll keep writing her.
Classes are wonderful. Most of my Professors are terrific, with the exception of Professor Pardnic who doesn't seem to know how to have a class discussion and only has long silent classes where we read from our text the whole time and answer questions during the rest of the time. Classmates are great. My dorm mates are even better. The ones I've gotten close to here on my floor are Tara and Aleena, odd since I've never had a lot of girls who are friends.
I've even made it in easy with the main group who hangs out on the ground floor in the poolroom. More guys there than girls. Most of them are older students, Juniors, Seniors, double masters, a few new like me. We're just getting to know each other though, but I think I fit in pretty well with their little group. The oldest trio are Mark, Cindi, and Tracey, in the middle are Joseph, Marie and Tristan, and at the end in being new are a girl named Caley and me.
Mark and Cindi are both well on their ways to being doctors with offers already coming in. Their also going on four years strong as a relationship, they joke about getting married, but when their alone together or you just catch them looking at each other across a room, you can tell there's no one else for them. Tracey's a poet who's been studying strong on poetries of any kind all his life. He shoots a mean game, too, but loves a verbal spar almost as much as he does his poetry.
Joseph is a diehard botanist, who moonlights as a reporter in the school paper. He's great at long debates and wants to take me horseback riding this week. I haven't told him I've never taken to it too well, but who am I to over look a Saturday out of my dorm. Marie is studying to be a social worker. She's had one of those die-hard lives that makes it harder to get to know her than anything else. She shoots a great game, loves to give pointers, and swaps jokes with me over coffee everytime I'm up early in the morning. Tristan is studying to be doctor, too, and is sort of like this puppy who looks up to Mark. It's not that kind of pitiful thing, just really cute actually. Like an understudy. They -Marie and Cindi- help him study, memorize and keep him on track when he thinks he won't be able to make it.
Caley, on the other hand, I haven't gotten to know much about yet. She and I seem to have almost exactly opposite schedules, so I see her on an off chance of twice to three times a week, where as I see three to four of those people twice a day or more. She's sweet heart for so far as I can tell but a meeker, and shier thing I don't think I've seen. She's studying to be an choral major with a minor in child development on the side.
It's hard to imagine knowing so many people in an intense close circle now. It's so big. But I think I'm making it.
I seem to be fitting in great everywhere except one place.
The college paper. The editors a prick. He won't budge an inch. He has me running the most obnoxious errands and never getting to write anything. He doesn't have much faith in me it seems simply because "I'm a freshman from no-where's-ville". He doesn't seem to care that I ran the school paper, but he stopped a little short when I said I interned at the planet. He pretends most of the time that everyone around me, who's older and been there longer, is more important, can do more and that I am the gum underneath his shoe that just refuses to be scraped off. I will prove him wrong.
I will show him all the Chloe Sullivan can be. Joseph says to just keep at it, that I'll get there.
I hate to admit that I miss the Torch, the ease of everyone coming and going at my beck and call, putting the paper to print, looking into everything strange and different because it was my job. I watch him and I feel like I'm getting this new insight into myself. I will show him he needs me. I will show him I can do just as good a job as any of the other people in his paper room or maybe even better. I also have to admit I love the challenge, this driving force to prove myself. I haven't had to do it in a long time. I'm going to use any and every means I can. I could make an invincible person like Lex impressed with my tenaciousness.
More later, maybe even a call. Class in twenty and I have to get across half the ground.
Love Always, Chloe
~*~*~ Dear Clark,
I have a date!!!
I know your laughing already.
But I do. I have a date with Joseph Crebnick.
And since there's no one else to bluster and blush at I'm going to write about it and you'll have to read it regardless. And if you don't want to just skip to the last one or two paragraph's where I promise it won't all be about me being all spastic and neat about this turn of events.
See the last thing I wrote you about him I said he was taking me horse back riding. Well, he did and it was a blast. Not only was it horse back riding, but it was a swim in a natural spring, and a picnic out in the middle of no where on a red and white checkered table mat. It wasn't even a date then, it was just friends hanging out supposedly since he has all these weirdo rules about not dating people.
I mean, well, not that he doesn't date people, it's just he's not wanted to date people while he in college because he'd rather just focus on school. He had that plan coming out to college. Of course it doesn't work, but according to Cindi he dates very rarely and usually with people he only finds very interesting and worthy of his spare time away from school.
Cindi says he really likes me. That he sees lots of possibilities in my future here already. She says to go for it and enjoy it all regardless of whether it stays a friendship or goes further than that. I think I agree. I'm in for it all, either way..but he is rather cute. Dark brown hair, light eyes and the very, very tiny freckles across his nose.
Joseph's been helping me with writing some small pieces for the paper. Just finding things writing them and dropping them on Cain, the editor, unexpectedly. Not that I need that much help to just find things and write about them but it's not like there are wall of weird, meteor-rock weirdo's popping out of the word work every where you look here. It's nice to have someone with my same goals and aspirations.
I've stayed up almost full nights debating all sorts of subjects in so many of my classes with him. He has a no holds barred sort of attitude where it comes to learning and all these ides flying around everywhere in his head. Whole nights spent in debate of poetry, philosophy, science, writing, teachers, friends, our pasts, everything. Even you.
The editor thing is getting better now. Class grades are great presently, grades all A's. I'm learning how to play a really great game of pool. Best ways to break, lead and heckle my opponents. I'm getting closest to Joseph and Tristan, though Marie and I are getting better over morning coffee every morning before class. I'm getting out to see a movie at least every two weeks, take in a show, or play, and a few others things. Their debating a clubbing night this Saturday as a group thing.
I'm looking forward to thanks giving already with it's wheat fields and it's color changing leaves back home. I miss the sky filled with stars so bright you didn't need street lamps. I miss porch swings and lazy nights spent in a yard, or a barn, or a remade movie theatre turned coffeehouse enjoy the simply life of the country. I miss fire flies at dusk. I miss the general casualness of fields of golden light rippling everytime I drove anywhere. I miss my mustketeers.
You can take the girl out of country, but you can never take the country out of the girl.
This country girl has to finish an article though, so I hope you realize your missed even this far away and that I can't wait to see you again.
Love Always, Chloe
~*~*~
Dear Clark,
Wow. Four days till Thanksgiving. Two days till I leave. Four and half days of break. One Hell week. Then finals.
I'm already missing Joseph and the crew. It's funny that I think of him first whenever I mention them now. We've gone out a handful of times and hang out more than I can give count to now. We're not really a couple but I think we're grouped together by default already, which I don't really have a problem with. I have to agree with him, we're just testing out the waters, seeing if we'll work together.
But all I can think aside from how much I'm going to miss this pseudo new home, is I'm going home. It's like this mantratic thing in my head. I'm going home. To that land of wheat fields and blue skies. My first visit home. I never tell anyone how much I miss home and usually keep myself too busy to let myself miss home but in the middle of the night, when my blankets are too warm and the air outside just doesn't smell exactly right...I remember home.
It's my thoughts then that make me yearn for never having left even in this whirl wind of knowledge and terrific life lessons. I yearn for a life that is all I know. The smell of clean fresh air. The same small group of friends every day doing all the things that kids will talk about from now till after we're gone. All the silly, stupid things.
I can't wait to see you and Pete. Even Lana. I'll probably give her a great big hug when I see her. I've realize I miss her, too. Did I hear right that we're all having Thanksgiving dinner together? All of our families in the Luthor House? I can't imagine that won't ruffle a million feathers but everyone together, making the effort on each side..but all of us together again, it's enough to bring tears to my eyes, Clark.
I miss you.
So much.
Two and half days till you'll all be waiting to welcome me off my plane as the last arrival (since Professor Pardnic is the only teacher who refuses to cancel his early morning Wednesday class). I can't wait, Clark. I feel like I'm leaving home just to go home.
But the funniest thing about it is when I close my eyes in my bed and hug my pillow in this elation that I'm going home I feel like I'm already there. I can smell the air there mixed with the scents of wheat and dirt and the life we've all grown up loving. I can hear the sounds of gentle chatter and feel the closeness of my friends already.
Two days, Clark.
Only two days, so why does it feel like five seconds away when I'm saying goodnight to Joseph and an eternity away when I'm thinking about being there?
Love Always, Chloe
~*~*~
Dear Clark,
I'm on the plane now bound for this wonderful out of state college. I'm so psyched. It's like my dreams are finally coming true. Today college, tomorrow the world! And if I'm lucky then a job at the Daily Planet as an investigative reporter like I've hoped since becoming engrossed in journalism.
This plane is calm and quiet, with an errie sense of being alone instilled in me. Most everyone is asleep now as it's nearing one in the morning. I keeping looking around this sleepy space and trying to find familiar faces. I keep getting reminded I'm the only one I know on this plane.
Did you know, ever even think, so long ago when we first met, that I would be the first one leaving Smallville out of out little circle of friends?
I never thought I'd be the first to leave. I always knew I would leave Smallville one day, but I didn't think I'd be first. I miss you and Pete. The three musketeers....or is it just a duo now? Do I keep musketeer status if I'm so far away?
I can't believe it'll be months until I see you again, Clark. Years on years you were the boy a drive away, the best friend who was there every morning, the crush, the person I dated, the person who was generally the love of my teenage life.
Such a long, hard, and well traveled road we have behind us, Clark. I'm so glad I had a friend like you to travel it with hand in hand even during the worst parts of it. I never could thank you enough for being part of my life. I think it was hardest to say goodbye to you at the airport even though we'll see each other in a few months at thanksgiving.
School! Wee! I know your thinking there goes Chloe, she's such a nutcase about it all, but I can't wait to start taking journalism classes. I can put up with a small cramped dorm room for that even. It's me; out in the world. Here I come.
I'd be silly to not say I'm not a little elated and scared about what will be in front of me when I step off this plane. I'm getting tired finally. I've been wide awake since early morning. Knowing I was leaving today I couldn't get back to sleep when I woke up at four this morning even after telling myself a million times my plane wasn't till that evening.
I should sleep some. Morning will come in the blink of an eye and I will be there. I hope your sleeping peacefully at home under the blanket of stars I already know I'll miss seeing fully.
Love always, Chloe
~*~*~
Dear Clark,
It's been a few weeks in now. I'm getting into the swing of things even more than I was telling you the last time we talked on the phone. We write e-mails now and then, but every now and again I feel this urge to pull out a pen and a piece of paper and write a real letter to someone. To you or Pete or my parents. I even wrote one to Lana earlier last week, too. She had a long talk with me before I left, too. Even after becoming closer in the last few years it will always feel like there is a wall between us. It was nice though. I think I'll keep writing her.
Classes are wonderful. Most of my Professors are terrific, with the exception of Professor Pardnic who doesn't seem to know how to have a class discussion and only has long silent classes where we read from our text the whole time and answer questions during the rest of the time. Classmates are great. My dorm mates are even better. The ones I've gotten close to here on my floor are Tara and Aleena, odd since I've never had a lot of girls who are friends.
I've even made it in easy with the main group who hangs out on the ground floor in the poolroom. More guys there than girls. Most of them are older students, Juniors, Seniors, double masters, a few new like me. We're just getting to know each other though, but I think I fit in pretty well with their little group. The oldest trio are Mark, Cindi, and Tracey, in the middle are Joseph, Marie and Tristan, and at the end in being new are a girl named Caley and me.
Mark and Cindi are both well on their ways to being doctors with offers already coming in. Their also going on four years strong as a relationship, they joke about getting married, but when their alone together or you just catch them looking at each other across a room, you can tell there's no one else for them. Tracey's a poet who's been studying strong on poetries of any kind all his life. He shoots a mean game, too, but loves a verbal spar almost as much as he does his poetry.
Joseph is a diehard botanist, who moonlights as a reporter in the school paper. He's great at long debates and wants to take me horseback riding this week. I haven't told him I've never taken to it too well, but who am I to over look a Saturday out of my dorm. Marie is studying to be a social worker. She's had one of those die-hard lives that makes it harder to get to know her than anything else. She shoots a great game, loves to give pointers, and swaps jokes with me over coffee everytime I'm up early in the morning. Tristan is studying to be doctor, too, and is sort of like this puppy who looks up to Mark. It's not that kind of pitiful thing, just really cute actually. Like an understudy. They -Marie and Cindi- help him study, memorize and keep him on track when he thinks he won't be able to make it.
Caley, on the other hand, I haven't gotten to know much about yet. She and I seem to have almost exactly opposite schedules, so I see her on an off chance of twice to three times a week, where as I see three to four of those people twice a day or more. She's sweet heart for so far as I can tell but a meeker, and shier thing I don't think I've seen. She's studying to be an choral major with a minor in child development on the side.
It's hard to imagine knowing so many people in an intense close circle now. It's so big. But I think I'm making it.
I seem to be fitting in great everywhere except one place.
The college paper. The editors a prick. He won't budge an inch. He has me running the most obnoxious errands and never getting to write anything. He doesn't have much faith in me it seems simply because "I'm a freshman from no-where's-ville". He doesn't seem to care that I ran the school paper, but he stopped a little short when I said I interned at the planet. He pretends most of the time that everyone around me, who's older and been there longer, is more important, can do more and that I am the gum underneath his shoe that just refuses to be scraped off. I will prove him wrong.
I will show him all the Chloe Sullivan can be. Joseph says to just keep at it, that I'll get there.
I hate to admit that I miss the Torch, the ease of everyone coming and going at my beck and call, putting the paper to print, looking into everything strange and different because it was my job. I watch him and I feel like I'm getting this new insight into myself. I will show him he needs me. I will show him I can do just as good a job as any of the other people in his paper room or maybe even better. I also have to admit I love the challenge, this driving force to prove myself. I haven't had to do it in a long time. I'm going to use any and every means I can. I could make an invincible person like Lex impressed with my tenaciousness.
More later, maybe even a call. Class in twenty and I have to get across half the ground.
Love Always, Chloe
~*~*~ Dear Clark,
I have a date!!!
I know your laughing already.
But I do. I have a date with Joseph Crebnick.
And since there's no one else to bluster and blush at I'm going to write about it and you'll have to read it regardless. And if you don't want to just skip to the last one or two paragraph's where I promise it won't all be about me being all spastic and neat about this turn of events.
See the last thing I wrote you about him I said he was taking me horse back riding. Well, he did and it was a blast. Not only was it horse back riding, but it was a swim in a natural spring, and a picnic out in the middle of no where on a red and white checkered table mat. It wasn't even a date then, it was just friends hanging out supposedly since he has all these weirdo rules about not dating people.
I mean, well, not that he doesn't date people, it's just he's not wanted to date people while he in college because he'd rather just focus on school. He had that plan coming out to college. Of course it doesn't work, but according to Cindi he dates very rarely and usually with people he only finds very interesting and worthy of his spare time away from school.
Cindi says he really likes me. That he sees lots of possibilities in my future here already. She says to go for it and enjoy it all regardless of whether it stays a friendship or goes further than that. I think I agree. I'm in for it all, either way..but he is rather cute. Dark brown hair, light eyes and the very, very tiny freckles across his nose.
Joseph's been helping me with writing some small pieces for the paper. Just finding things writing them and dropping them on Cain, the editor, unexpectedly. Not that I need that much help to just find things and write about them but it's not like there are wall of weird, meteor-rock weirdo's popping out of the word work every where you look here. It's nice to have someone with my same goals and aspirations.
I've stayed up almost full nights debating all sorts of subjects in so many of my classes with him. He has a no holds barred sort of attitude where it comes to learning and all these ides flying around everywhere in his head. Whole nights spent in debate of poetry, philosophy, science, writing, teachers, friends, our pasts, everything. Even you.
The editor thing is getting better now. Class grades are great presently, grades all A's. I'm learning how to play a really great game of pool. Best ways to break, lead and heckle my opponents. I'm getting closest to Joseph and Tristan, though Marie and I are getting better over morning coffee every morning before class. I'm getting out to see a movie at least every two weeks, take in a show, or play, and a few others things. Their debating a clubbing night this Saturday as a group thing.
I'm looking forward to thanks giving already with it's wheat fields and it's color changing leaves back home. I miss the sky filled with stars so bright you didn't need street lamps. I miss porch swings and lazy nights spent in a yard, or a barn, or a remade movie theatre turned coffeehouse enjoy the simply life of the country. I miss fire flies at dusk. I miss the general casualness of fields of golden light rippling everytime I drove anywhere. I miss my mustketeers.
You can take the girl out of country, but you can never take the country out of the girl.
This country girl has to finish an article though, so I hope you realize your missed even this far away and that I can't wait to see you again.
Love Always, Chloe
~*~*~
Dear Clark,
Wow. Four days till Thanksgiving. Two days till I leave. Four and half days of break. One Hell week. Then finals.
I'm already missing Joseph and the crew. It's funny that I think of him first whenever I mention them now. We've gone out a handful of times and hang out more than I can give count to now. We're not really a couple but I think we're grouped together by default already, which I don't really have a problem with. I have to agree with him, we're just testing out the waters, seeing if we'll work together.
But all I can think aside from how much I'm going to miss this pseudo new home, is I'm going home. It's like this mantratic thing in my head. I'm going home. To that land of wheat fields and blue skies. My first visit home. I never tell anyone how much I miss home and usually keep myself too busy to let myself miss home but in the middle of the night, when my blankets are too warm and the air outside just doesn't smell exactly right...I remember home.
It's my thoughts then that make me yearn for never having left even in this whirl wind of knowledge and terrific life lessons. I yearn for a life that is all I know. The smell of clean fresh air. The same small group of friends every day doing all the things that kids will talk about from now till after we're gone. All the silly, stupid things.
I can't wait to see you and Pete. Even Lana. I'll probably give her a great big hug when I see her. I've realize I miss her, too. Did I hear right that we're all having Thanksgiving dinner together? All of our families in the Luthor House? I can't imagine that won't ruffle a million feathers but everyone together, making the effort on each side..but all of us together again, it's enough to bring tears to my eyes, Clark.
I miss you.
So much.
Two and half days till you'll all be waiting to welcome me off my plane as the last arrival (since Professor Pardnic is the only teacher who refuses to cancel his early morning Wednesday class). I can't wait, Clark. I feel like I'm leaving home just to go home.
But the funniest thing about it is when I close my eyes in my bed and hug my pillow in this elation that I'm going home I feel like I'm already there. I can smell the air there mixed with the scents of wheat and dirt and the life we've all grown up loving. I can hear the sounds of gentle chatter and feel the closeness of my friends already.
Two days, Clark.
Only two days, so why does it feel like five seconds away when I'm saying goodnight to Joseph and an eternity away when I'm thinking about being there?
Love Always, Chloe